I 


The 

Chinese=American 

Leper 

Mock=Sen 


GREETING  A  FRIENDLY  CALLER 

In  his  tiny  cottage  of  two  rooms,  separated  from  all  the  world, 
Mock  Sen  had  lived  in  the  bitterness  of  loneliness  and  depres¬ 
sion  until  the  great  day  when  he  learned  that  another  human 
being  was  greeting  him  with  a  heart  interest  in  himself  and  not 
from  curiosity. 


THE  MISSION  TO  LEPERS 
105  RAYMOND  STREET 
CAMBRIDGE,  MASS. 


Asylums,  Hospitals,  Homes  and  Stations 
CHINA,  INDIA,  CEYLON,  BURHA,  SIAH,  JAPAN, 
KOREA,  SUHATkA,  PHILIPPINE  ISLANDS 


jVIissioii  to  Lepers 

IN 

INDIA  AND  THE  EAST 

(Founded  in  1874) 

International  Interdenominational 


OFFICES 

Edinl)urgh  London  Dublin 

New  York  Canibridge  Toronto 

SUPERINTENDENT 

WELLESLEY  C.  BAILEY,  Edinburgh,  Scotland 

U.  S.  A.  COMMITTEE 

wn.  JAY  SCHIEFFELIN,  Chairman 
170  William  Street,  New  York 

W.  n.  DANNER,  Secretary 
105  Raymond  Street,  Cambridge,  Mass. 

FLEniNQ  H.  REVELL,  Treasurer 
158  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York 

MR.  WILLIS  E.  LOUGEE,  New  York 
REV.  H.  A.  MANCHESTER,  Boston,  Mass. 
MRS.  LANDON  R.  MASON,  Richmond,  Va. 
MR.  DELAVAN  L.  PIERSON,  New  York 
MR.  S.  EARL  TAYLOR,  New  York 
MR.  DAVID  McCONAUGHY,  New  York 

Field  Secretary 
HISS  BERTHA  G.  JOHNSON 
816  East  51st  Street,  Chicago,  Ill, 


Courtesy  of  the  Sunday  School  Tiuies.^ 


The  Story  of  Mock  Sen,  the  Chinese- 
American  Leper. 


ELEANOR  HERR  BOYD, 

Harri-iburg,  Pa. 

.  I  first  read  in  the  papers  that 

a  leper  had  been  discovered 
Discovered  ^  Chinese  Restaurant  in 

Harrisburg,  putting  the  Health  Board  to  an 
infinite  amount  of  trouble  in  the  disposition  of 
him.  After  repeated  efforts  to  shift  the  respon¬ 
sibility,  care  and  expense  upon  Baltimore  and 
other  nearby  or  far  off  places,  the  authorities 
decided  that  a  leper  discovered  in  Harrisburg 
by  the  Harrisburg  physicians,  was  not  only 
entitled  to  Harrisburg  care,  but  that  Harris¬ 
burg  was  compelled  to  provide  for  him. 

An  effort  was  made  to  ship  him  home,  that 
he  might  go  to  a  leper  colony  there,  but  no 
railroad  would  transport  him,  even  if  we 
bought  the  box  car  in  which  he  rode,  and 
burned  it  afterward,  nor  would  any  ship  take 
him  home  nor  any  institution  receive  him. 
Unclean,  every  man’s  hand  was  against  him. 

A  small  frame  building  consisting  of  two 
tiny  rooms,  one  for  living  and  cooking  pur¬ 
poses,  the  other  for  sleeping  having  a  tinier 
porch  in  front,  and  all  high  off  the  ground  for 
sanitary  reasons,  was  erected  for  him  in  the 
grounds  of  the  Sanitary  Hospkal,  three  miles 
outside  of  the  city,  with  a  lamp-post  to  give 
light  by  night,  and  with  watchmen  to  keep 


guard  by  day  and  by  night,  the  poor  young 
fellow,  only  23  years  of  age,  was  forever 
isolated  from  his  world,  his  friends,  his 
pleasures  and  his  occupations. 

When  I  first  saw  him  he  was  doing  nothing 
— he  had  nothing  to  do.  Passing  the  little 
house  every  day  led  me  to  ask  the  keeper  if 
he  could  read  English,  and  would  not  like 
magazines  and  books  sent  him. 

The  day  guard,  a  kindly  fellow,  said  that 
while  he  could  not  read  English  very  well,  he 
thought  pictures  would  amuse  him,  and  asked 
if  I  would  be  willing  to  speak  a  few  words  to 
him — he  seemed  so  dreadfully  lonely  and  de¬ 
pressed. 

Did  I  shrink  from  coming  so  close  to  a 
leper?  Many  have  asked  me  since.  I  don’t 
remember  now.  I  expect  I  did.  But  it  seemed 
cruel  to  turn  away  after  being  asked  to  render 
help,  and  my  friendship  began  from  that  day. 


The  keeper  called  him  out 
and  my  heart  sank  when  I 
saw  him.  He  had  a  very  re- 


He  was 
Suspicious 


pulsive  appearance,  small  body,  sullen  face 
badly  scarred,  and  a  repellant  manner.  At 
first  he  would  hardly  answer  my  inquiries  as 
to  his  health,  his  needs,  his  wants,  etc.,  al¬ 
though  I  could  see  that  he  understood  me 
pretty  well.  Evidently,  he  had  very  little  con¬ 
fidence  in  any  real  interest  in  him.  Curiosity 
he  resented,  and  rightly.  Genuine  interest  he 
had  no  belief  in,  and  why  should  he?  No  one 
had  ever  shown  it. 

However,  I  found  that  he  had  nothing  with 
which  to  pa^  the  time  except  the  preparation 
of  his  meals,  which  he  did  for  himself.  His 
supplies  were  good  and  sufficient  and  were 


brought  to  him  by  his  guards  and  this  made 
for  him  the  event  of  each  day. 

His  cooking  was  his  profession.  I  presume 
he  lived  like  a  king  off  what  he  had,  but  he 
often  longed  for  delicacies,  and  these  his  two 
guards  supplied  out  of  their  own  pockets  many 
times  or  begged  for  him  from  their  friends. 

From  our  first  interview  with  him,  we  kept 
him  supplied  with  illustrated  magazines,  the 
pictures  of  which  soon  went  to  adorn  his  bare 
walls.  Games  requiring  strength,  such  as  bat¬ 
ting  a  ball  against  the  wall  of  his  house,  pitch¬ 
ing  quoits,  etc.,  were  soon  too  exhausting  for 
him.  But  he  never  tired  of  reading,  and  after 
subscribing  for  a  weekly  Chinese  paper.  The 
Chinese  Weekly  Herald,  published  in  New 
York  City,  he  never  complained  of  being  lonely 
again. 

If,  as  once  or  twice  happened,  the  little  sheet 
failed  to  put  in  its  appearance  on  the  regular 
day,  there  was  no  peace  for  the  guard  until  he 
telephoned  to  me  and  we  had  telegraphed  to 
New  York  and  got  the  paper  started  on  its 
way  again. 

Probably  the  best  thing  we  ever  did  for  him 
was  to  secure  a  copy  of  the  New  Testament  in 
his  own  dialect,  and  this  book  was  his  whole 
Chinese  library,  and  who  will  say  that  it  was 
not  sufficient  for  any  man?  It  was  for  Mock 
Sen,  I  know. 

The  first  visit,  in  July,  1907,  multiplied  itself 
into  a  weekly  one,  and  never  in  this  world 
will  any  one  receive  a  warmer  welcome  or  see 
a  poor  scarred  face  light  up  more  at  one’s  com¬ 
ing  than  did  this  poor  leper’s  wdien  he  would 
hear  the  “Good  morning.  Mock.  How  are  you 


today?”  The  answer  varied,  but  the  welcome, 
never. 

Of  course,  we  couldn’t  shake  hands,  that 
would  have  been  dangerous,  but  it  was  no  lack 
in  Mock’s  life,  for  the  Chinese  never  do  shake 
hands  as  w'e  do.  They  shake  their  own  hands 
and  a  very  good  way  it  is,  too.  So  Mock  would 
clasp  his  hands  and  shake  them  in  welcome 
and  I  would  clasp  mine  and  return  the  salute, 
and  we  were  just  as  happy  as  if  we  had  wrung 
each  other’s  hands  as  vigorous  Americans  love 
to  do. 


As  winter  passed,  we  found 
there  was  a  secret  longing  in 
Mock’s  bosom  which  he 


A  True 
Gentleman 


hesitated  to  express,  true  gentleman  that  he 
was.  To  the  guard,  he  said,  “So  muchie  done 
for  him,  he  no  likee  askee  more.”  But  the 
guard  discovered  that  his  soul,  or  perhaps  to 
be  honest,  I  should  say  his  stomach,  l^onged 
for  his  native  vegetables. 

Mock  wanted  not  our  seeds  but  his  own 
home  garden  seeds,  to  raise  his  own  beloved 
delicious  Chinese  vegetables  during  the  com¬ 
ing  summer. 

And  we  got  them  for  him  through  his 
Chinese  restaurant  friends,  who  willingly  se¬ 
cured  the  seeds  and  sent  them  to  him. 

Mock  had  the  finest  Chinese  vegetables  ever 
raised  on  American  soil,  and  not  only  had 
enough  for  himself  all  summer,  but  canned 
enough  for  himself  all  winter, 

I  like  to  think  of  his  happy  face,  the  perspira¬ 
tion  running  down  it,  as  he  toiled  in  the  heat 
of  his  little  garden. 

Too  weak  to  do  much  at  a  time,  the  faithful 
guard  broke  the  heavy  ground  for  him,  fenced 


the  plot  from  marauding  animals  and  lightened 
the  labor  as  much  as  possible,  and  will  this  cup 
of  cold  water  go  unrewarded,  think  you?  Nay, 
verily  ,  “Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one 
of  the  least  of  these.” 

And  then,  Mock’s  ducks.  My,  my,  what 
pleasure  he  had  in  his  Hock  of  little  yellow 
ducklings.  The  guard  again  gave  him  the  eggs 
and  the  mother  duck,  and  Mock  tended  them 
and  trained  them,  so  that  at  his  call  they  would 
waddle  down  the  path  from  their  door  to  his, 
to  eat  their  food  from  his  hands.  Think  of  it, 
ducks  the  only  living  things  not  afraid  of  the 
touch  of  a  leper’s  hands! 


Well,  Mock  loved  them,  and 
many  a  good  meal  he  dented 
himself  because  of  his  dis- 


Ducks  ISot 
Afraid 


like  of  killing  them,  but  he  couldn’t  keep  them 
all  until  they  were  old,  so  one  by  one  they 
disappeared  and  the  last  of  the  flock  were 
dried  and  pressed  for  winter  use,  as  you  see 
them  dressed  and  hanging  in  festoons  in  front 
of  the  grocery  shops  in  China  Town. 

Mock’s  first  Christmas  was  a  memorabk 
one,  and  the  joy  of  it  went  through  the  entir< 
year. 

A  tree  was  trimmed  and  sent  out  the  day 
before  and  placed  lighted  on  the  porch  before 
the  window  of  his  little  living  room,  so  that 
when  he  was  called  Christmas  morning,  the 
first  thing  that  met  his  astonished  gaze  was 
the  fairy  tree  all  shimmering  and  glowing  in 
the  snow  and  starlight,  for  he  was  called  about 
five  o’clock  in  the  morning,  the  guard  being 
eager  as  any  child  to  see  what  Mock  would 
think  about  it. 

Well,  in  his  pigeon  English,  Mock  couldn’t 


I 


THE  TREASURED  DUCKS 

The  only  living  things  not  afraid  of  the  touch  of  the  young  leper 
were  the  flock  of  ducks  that  Mock  had  trained  to  waddle  down 
t-he  path  at  his  call  and  eat  their  food  from  his  hands* 


tell  US  all  he  did  think  about  it.  But  we  knew. 
He  clapped  his  hands  for  joy;  laughed  and 
cried,  chattered  and  fairly  danced  with  joy 
and  all  year  talked  of  the  coining  Christmas 
when  he  should  have  another  Christinas  tree 
as  big  and  bright  as  this  one.  Then  the  stock¬ 
ing — for  Mock  had  a  stocking,  although  there 
was  no  fire  place  by  which  to  hang  it.  As 
Santa  did  not  forget  the  tree,  neither  did  he 
torget  the  stocking,  although  he  had  to  go  to 
China  to  procure  most  of  the  things. 

Chinese  cups  and  saucers,  fans,  silk  hand¬ 
kerchiefs,  tea,  nuts,  raisins,  fruits,  hullis  and 
things  we  never  knew  the  names  or  use  of,  hut 
Mock  knew,  and  every  new  package  brought  a 
wider  smile  on  the  poor,  scarred  face. 


A  warm  l)Iue  sweater  went  on  immediately 
and  when  we  made  our  next  visit,  it  was  a 
proud  1)0}"  who  displayed  his  comforts  and 
luxuries  to  our  admiring  eyes.  That  none  are 
too  poor  to  help  some  one  poorer,  was  illus¬ 
trated  hy  the  fact  that  one  of  Mock’s  Christ¬ 
mas  presents  was  a  pair  of  Chinese  straw  san¬ 
dals  given  hy  the  poorest  class  of  Italian  chil¬ 
dren  in  a  New  York  Kindergarten.  They  had 
heard  of  Mock  through  their  teacher,  a  friend 
of  mine,  and  offered  their  pennies  for  this 
cause.  Mock  wore  the  sandals  out,  but  the 
kindness  of  the  deed  will  never  wear  out. 

And  Mock  knew,  now,  what  Christmas 
meant,  and  who  was  the  giver  of  every  good 
and  perfect  gift — for  Mock  had  been  converted 
and  accepted  the  Tord  Jesus  Christ  as  his 
Saviour. 

Before  his  sickness,  he  had  attended  a  Sun¬ 
day  School  class  for  Chinese  in  the  Market 
Square  Presbyterian  Church  and  had  heard  of 
the  plan  of  salvation. 

In  his  Chinese  Testament,  he  had  learned 
more,  and  in  our  talks  and  pravers  with  him, 
he  had  professed  to  giving  up  his  old  idols  and 
accepting  Jesus  as  offered  to  him  in  the  Gospels. 

This  confession  he  made  publicly  and  was 
baptized  and  received  into  the  membership  of 
the  Church  of  God.  A  framed  certificate  of 
this  fact  was  hung  in  the  Sunday  School  room 
of  that  Church,  and  there  Mock  Sen’s  name  is 
to  this  day  as  a  member  of  Christ’s  Church  on 
earth. 


The  change  it  made  in  his 
life  was  shown  in  many  little 
ways.  Always  high  tem- 


A  ISew 
Heart 


pered  and  inclined  to  be  sullen,  he  learned  to 


control  himself  and  became  interested  and 
happy  in  his  life — smiling  more  often  than 
scowling,  until  too  weak  to  either  smile  or 
scowl  any  longer. 

The  sincerity  of  his  repentance  was  testified 
to  by  his  guard  who  told  me  the  following 
incident:  One  day  when  something  had  gone 
wrong,  Mock  cursed  the  guard  as  of  old,  until 
he  suddenly  remembered  the  sin  of  it.  When 
he  said,  “Me  solly,  no  talkee  so  any  more,  you 
scusie  me.”  “You  needn’t  ask  me  to  forgive 
you.  Mock,  you  know  whom  you  must  tell 
that  to,”  said  the  guard.  “That  so,”  said  Mock, 
and  went  into  his  room. 

Then  the  guard  peeping  through  the  window, 
saw  Mock  on  his  knees,  making  his  peace  with 
God. 

Dr.  Fulton,  the  well-known  missionary  from 
China,  came  to  Harrisburg  about  this  time  and 
was  taken  out  to  see  Mock  for  several  reasons. 

First,  we  wished  to  know  whether  he  really 
had  Leprosy  or  not,  and  knew  Dr.  Fulton  was 
familiar  with  every  form  of  it  in  China. 

Second,  we  wanted  to  know  whether  Mock 
understood  the  way  of  salvation,  our  limited 
conversation  making  it  a  little  doubtful  in  our 
own  minds. 

Third,  we  wished  some  one  from  his  home¬ 
land  to  see  him,  that  he  might  send  word  back 
to  those  he  knew  there,  if  that  were  possible. 

Dr.  Fulton  seemed  provi¬ 
dentially  sent  just  in  time  to 
help  decide  all  these  things. 
He  found  that  he  knew  Mock’s  family,  or  clan, 
or  whatever  they  call  it  in  China  and  had  been 
in  the  part  of  the  country  from  which  he  had 
come  and  he  brought  him  news  of  his  people. 


Mother*s 

Death 


particularly  that  his  old  mother  had  passed 
away  since  Mock  had  left  China.  This  was  a 
blow  to  poor  Mock,  but  he  was  glad  to  hear 
even  the  sad  facts  given  him  and  of  those  whom 
he  had  left  behind. 

d'hat  he  had  Leprosy,  Dr.  Fulton  said  there 
was  no  doubt,  but  it  was  the  tuberculosis  which 
was  weakening  him  and  which  would  finally 
cause  his  death. 

The  Scriptures,  he  had  read  intelligently^ 
for  the  doctor  discovered  that  he  had  had  a. 
good  education  in  China,  and  was  what  we 
would  call  in  this  country,  a  college  fellow. 

That  he  had  been  converted,  there  was  also- 
no  doubt  in  the  doctor’s  mind,  as  he  had  en¬ 
tirely  repudiated  the  old  religion  and  was- 
depending  for  his  salvation  solely  upon  the 
death  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ. 

Later,  Dr.  Janies  B.  Neal  of  China,  also- 
visited  him,  but  his  dialect  being  quite  different 
from  Mock’s,  the  visit  was  not  so  satisfactory 
as  Dr.  Fulton’s,  and  we  have  always  been* 
thankful  that  Dr.  Fulton  came  when  he  did,, 
for  Mock  died  soon  after,  and  the  doctor’s- 
visit  was  a  great  comfort  to  him. 

As  the  second  Christmas  drew  near.  Mock 
grew  rapidly  weaker.  One  Sunday,  we  were 
sent  for  as  Mock  was  much  worse,  and  it  was- 
thought  he  could  not  live. 


He  could  not  walk  now,  the 
meals  were  cooked  and  laid! 
at  his  door.  He  crawled  to- 


The  End 
Near 


them,  eating  very,  very  little  of  even  the  tempt¬ 
ing  things  the  guard  and  his  good  wife  pre¬ 
pared  for  him,  but  his  smile  still  came  when  I 
stood  in  the  doorway  and  shook  my  hands  in 
token  of  greeting.  We  talked  about  his  going,. 


."uid  he  asked  that  he  might  be  laid  in  the  green 
ilields  he  could  see  from  his  doorway,  and  that 
-I  would  not  forget  him,  but  see  that  his  grave 
■was  well  cared  for,  a  great  desire  always  with 
ithe  Chinese,  and  that  he  should  be  given 
•decent  burial.  I  promised  to  do  all  in  my 
ipower  to  carry  out  his  last  requests,  and  then 
'we  talked  of  the  home  going  and  the  vision  of 
the  Saviour  and  the  mother  he  felt  confident 
ihe  would  find  waiting  for  him,  and  we  prayed 
and  sang  and  then  he  said, — “But  maybe  me 
ilive  for  Christmas.  Me  wishee  see  Christmas 
tree  again.” 

His  daily  talk,  the  guard  told  me,  was  all 
•of  the  glittering  tree.  No  child  ever  yearned 
{for  fairyland  as  Mock  yearned  for  his  fairy  or 
lieavenly  tree  as  I  believe  it  seemed  to  him. 

Like  his  new  religion,  which  had  brought 
Joy  and  brightness  into  his  dark  soul,  so  the 
tree  S3unbol  of  the  new  religion  shone  in  his 
•dark  life  and  his  eyes  longed  for  another  sight 
•of  it. 

As  my  Christmas  had  to  be  spent  with  my 
family  in  the  South,  I  was  obliged  to  leave 
Mock,  hoping  and  praying  he  might  live  until 
Tiiy  return,  and  sorely  tempted  to  send  the 
tree  a  week  ahead  of  time,  but  Mock  knew  the 
<la3'^s  and  was  counting  them  until  Christmas 
should  dawn,  and  I  believe  the  anticipation  of 
the  tree  kept  his  heart  happy  and  his  days 
free  from  too  much  suffering;  who  knows? 

I  left  it  all  planned  for,  the  tree  and  the 
•ornaments,  the  stocking  and  the  gifts,  and  my 
faithful  butler,  who  has  been  Santa  Claus, 
fairy  godfather  and  ministering  angel  to  all 
ages  and  classes  and  kinds  of  needy  ones,  was 
to  take  it  out  the  day  before  and  leave  it  with 


the  guard  to  be  lighted  by  him  Christmas 
morning. 


They  told  me  of  it  after¬ 
wards.  The  guard  had  sug¬ 
gested  to  Mock  that  since  T 


The  Last  of 
Mock 


was  away,  there  might  be  no  tree  this  year,  but 
the  loyal  soul  knew  better  than  that  and  said,. 
^  “Missie  B.,  she  sends  tree,  see,”  and  so  he  sat 
in  a  corner  of  his  room,  too  sick  to  lie  down,, 
gasping  for  breath,  waiting,  waiting  for  his 
tree,  and  while  he  waited  some  one  touched 
him  on  his  shoulder,  saying,  “Come,  I  will 
show  you  the  tree  of  life  planted  by  the  river 
of  the  water  of  Life,  whose  leaves  are  for  the 
healing  of  the  nations,”  and  Mock’s  Christmas 
had  begun. 

In  the  meantime,  two  men  were  driving 
rapidly  along  the  road  in  a  small  wagon,  and 
one  carried  a  trimmed  Christmas  tree. 

They  drew  up  at  the  gate  of  the  enclosure 
around  the  Sanitary  hospital  and  the  man  with 
the  tree  got  down  carefully  and  carried  it  in. 

He  went  toward  the  guard  house,  everything 
I  was  quiet.  No  guard  answered  to  his  call,  but 
in  a  moment  he  saw  him  approaching  from  the 
.  little  house  on  the  side  of  the  hill,  the  tears 

(running  down  his  face. 

“He  has  gone,”  was  all  he  could  say,  “He’ll 
never  see  his  tree  now  and  he  wanted  it  so 
badly.”  But  was  it  too  late?  Didn’t  he  see  it? 
!  Who  knows  God’s  plans.  Hope  had  kept  heart 
in  him  and  he  saw  brighter  things  now  than 
tinsel  or  brass. 

:  They  gave  my  leper  Christian  burial.  The 

■  same  minister  who  baptized  him,  buried  him, 
but  it  could  not  be  in  the  bright,  green  ceme¬ 
tery,  as  he  so  much  wished.  The  authorities 


would  not  permit  it,  only  a  plot  in  the  potter’s 
■field  could  be  allotted  him. 

But  the  shining  tree  was  placed  at  his  head 
for  his  tombstone  and  an  evergreen  covering 
of  myrtle  planted  on  his  grave,  and  Christmas 
and  Decoration  Day  find  Mock  Sen,  the 
Chinese  Leper,  remembered  with  flowers,  as 
other  loved  dead  are,  and  we  have  not  yet 
abandoned  hope  that  some  day  permission  may 
be  gained  to  move  his  dust  into  God’s  Acre, 
where  he  wanted  to  be. 

He  was  only  a  poor,  outcast  leper,  but  he 
had  a  heart  and  soul  that  responded  to  love 
and  the  Gospel  of  Jesus  Christ,  and  every  one 
of  his  brothers  and  sisters  in  suffering  has  the 
same,  and  need  the  same  comforts  and  help. 
May  we  feel  the  blessed  privilege  of  minister¬ 
ing  to  just  such  of  God’s  needy  ones,  and  even 
if  w'e  never  see  them  in  the  flesh  here,  be  sure 
their  smiles  will  welcome  us  there  and  add 
to  the  joy  of  our  home  coming  and  give  us  a 
right  to  eat  of  the  Tree  of  Life,  whose  leaves 
are  for  the  healing  of  the  nations. 


ADDENDUM. 

The  creditable  spirit  shown  toward  this  poor 
Chinese-American  Leper  is  in  strange  con¬ 
trast  to  the  treatment  accorded  Oriental 
Lepers.  For  these  latter.  The  Mission  to 
Lepers  is  working  in  co-operation  with  the 
Protestant  Churches  of  the  world  through 
practically  all  the  American  and  European 
Foreign  Mission  Boards. 

Twenty-seven  Mission  Stations  for  Lepers 
are  presided  over  by  Missionaries  who  have 
gone  out  from  the  United  States  to  this  im- 


portant  task;  and  for  work  in  these  Stations 
last  year  more  than  $37,000.00  was  expended 
by  the  Mission.  For  1914  the  need  for  these 
Stations  alone  will  be  at  least  $43,800.00.  This 
w  ill  be  F  ivo  Dollars  per  hour  (day  and  night) 
for  the  whole  year.  Or,  in  other  words  a  dollar 
every  twelve  minutes. 

THE  MISSION  TO  LEPERS  is  now 
responsible  for  the  maintenance  of 
52  ASYLUMS  FOR  LEPERS  in  China, 
Ceylon,  India,  Burma,  Japan,  Siam,  the 
Philippine  Islands  and  Korea,  and  of 
I  27  HOMES  FOR  UNTAINTED  CHILDREN 
of  leprous  parents. 

,30  OTHER  STATIONS  are  aided  by  grants 
of  funds,  by  Christian  teaching,  or  by  sup¬ 
port  of  Lepers, 
j  THEIR  NEEDS  ARE: 

I  SHELTER — for  they  are  outcasts; 

EOOD — for  they  are  often  starving; 

!  MEDICAL  TREATMENT— for  the  allevia¬ 
tion  of  their  suffering;  and 

CHRISTIAN  TEACHING  AND  SYM¬ 
PATHY — for  they  are  of  all  men  the  most 
miserable. 

For  further  particulars,  or  in  sending  con- 
[jiributions,  address  any  representative  of  the 
I  Committee  for  the  United  States  or  an  officer 
|of  a  local  auxiliary. 

WM.  JAY  SCHIEFFELIN,  Chairman 

170  William  Street,  New  York 

W.  M.  DANNER,  Secretary 

•  105  Raymond  Street,  Cambridge,  Mass. 

FLEMINQ  H.  REVELL,  Treasurer 

158  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York 

MISS  BERTHA  Q.  JOHNSON,  Field  Secretary 
816  Eist  5tst  Strerf,  Chiergo,  Ill. 


ONE  DOLLAR  FOR 
TWELVE  MINUTES 


FIVE  DOLLARS  FOR 
ONE  FULL  HOUR 


PROVIDES  SUPPORT  FOR 

Twenty-seven  Leper  Asylums 

Budget  Needed  Annually,  $43,800 

(For  work  under  U.  S.  A.  Missionaries) 

$25.00  Supports  a  Leper  One  Full  Year 


The  Committee  for  the  United  States  asks  the 
support  and  aid  of  its  friends  to  secure  not  less 
than  $43,800  per  year  as  America’s  share  to 
continue  the  work  of  these  asylums,  conducted 
under  the  direction  of  The  Mission  to  Lepers. 


Is  there  a  paper  published  in  the  interest  of 
“Work  Among  Lepers”? 

“Without  the  Camp,”  quarterly  publica¬ 
tion,  25  cents  per  year,  postpaid.  This  is  the 
organ  of  the  Mission,  is  well  illustrated  and  full  of 
interesting  and  inspiring  incidents. 


Contributions  for  the  work  or  subscriptions  for 
“The  Camp”  may  be  sent  to  an  officer  of  any  local 
auxiliary,  or  one  of  the  U.  S.  A.  Committee  Officers. 


W.  M.  DANNER,  Secretary, 


105  Raymond  Street 


Cambridge,  Mass 


Field  Secretary 
MISS  BERTHA  G.  JOHNSON 
816  East  51st  Street,  Chicago,  III 


